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You Give Love A Bad Name
Chapter Three: Kill
"W-what?" Daine stammered. She couldn't believe that Numair wouldn't let her even try to get him back.
"You heard me." He said. His voice was cold. No love was in it at all. "You will do nothing. I'll do it." Daine was confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Your nails."
"My nails? What about my nails? They're the same as the ever were."
"Exactly. They were red, when you – when… earlier." He couldn't say it. It still hurt him too much to even think about it.
"I never had red nails. Numair, what are you talking about? Are you ok?" she felt his forehead.
"That's the whole point, and I'm fine. You never had red nails, but someone else does. Think, who would want you to – us to – who would want you out of the picture?" Daine thought for a moment.
"Varice!" Numair smirked, and nodded.
"Yes, Varice. With you absent, she would be free to "comfort" me. Who else would be able to sneak around in the kitchen?" It all made sense. Daine waking up in the hall. Varice must have poisoned her, and put an enchantment on her; an enchantment that had left Varice's characteristic magical calling card on her. Numair remembered once when Varice had put a spell on him to make him keep yawning during one of his classes. Apart from yawning the whole time, his nails had turned red until the spell wore off. Why hadn't he connected it before?
Numair deep in thought heard Daine, crying again.
"What's wrong?" He asked her. "It's not your fault."
"I'm so sorry! I am. If I had known, I would have told you about her right away. I swear I didn't know. I'm so sorry Numair!" she said between sobs.
"It's not your fault." He said. Daine reached out to hug him, but he flinched away from her. Her eyes widened, and she shank back; horrified.
Numair stared straight back at her, the exact same horrified expression on his face. His mouth slightly ajar.
"I – I didn't mean it. Truly, I didn't." he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. And he was. He put his face in his hands and started sobbing. He just sat there, head in hands, shaking. Daine just sitting there staring in horror at him. Daine's jaw dropped, and she just shrugged, horrified and speechless. She closed her mouth, and slowly got up. Now she was crying.
"Fine. Goodbye Master Salmalin." Daine opened the door, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Numair looked up from his hands in utter horror.
The door opened again, and there stood Daine, crying and livid.
"By the way Master Salmalin," she said. "I'm pregnant. Have a nice life." She walked out of the room, slammed the door behind her, and went down the steps. Numair's eyes were wide, horrified at himself. He just sat there, in shock.
"P – Pregnant?" he whispered. Coming out of his trance, he jumped to his feet and ran out the door after Daine.
"Daine! Wait!" Numair shouted. Daine had just walked outside. Numair ran after her, skidding on the carpet.
"Daine! Stop!" He chased her out the door. He finally caught up to her, and grabbed her wrist.
"Daine," he said panting. "I'm sorry. I am, really. I'm so, so sorry Daine. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't mean to do it, it just happened."
"Let go of me." She said.
"No."
"Numair Salmalin, you will let me go."
"No Daine, I won't. I love you. I'll never let go." Daine opened her mouth to say something, but before she could say anything, she gasped, and fell in a dead faint. Numair reached out and caught her, his eyes widened in shock, mouth ajar.
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